Jesse Ojuka

Play the banjo to a crowd then beg the crowd to switch places
Maybe then they’ll stop yelling at the tree from outside the window 
The swoosh of the cars returning from cages mixes with the pokes of pigeons and sparrows 
The pot spilt over and dropped a hot drop on my skin 
Did they ever teach us to practice slowness 
I’ll use that to put the blame in a cape to bathe 
Dragonflies just want to get on with their business and listen to horseracing 
Horses want brighter shoes and for the landlords to get off their backs 
The whole set was comedy 
Didn’t you notice the cauliflower steps 
Shoes filled with flamboyant depth